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  • I watch the world go by through a shed window, obscured by dust and webs spun by long dead spiders. When I was younger everything was sharp, had a clarity and razor edges. I gazed on the streets through crystal. Now lines blur and words jump. When I first watched faces smear into loose colour I realised there would come a time when I will not be able to ride at 70 down country lanes or read Holdstock by the fire.

    Lakoff and Johnson say that our physicality shapes our cognitive experience of the world. Colour doesn't exist externally or internally, but is an interaction between the outside, the inside and the body. My world is one that flexes and shifts and I have to concentrate to know my place in the world.
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